All Chapters of Sinful Semester(Dripping College Desires): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chase’s PovI woke up before the alarm.Ryan was still asleep, face half-buried in my pillow, one leg thrown over mine. His new haircut was messy from my hands last night. There was a faint red mark on his collarbone where I’d bitten him while I was buried inside him. Just looking at it made my cock twitch against his thigh.I should’ve gotten up. Should’ve showered, cleaned the room, put the version of myself back on that my father expected to see. Instead I lay there and watched Ryan breathe. My hand slid down his bare back, slow, claiming the warm skin. He made a soft noise and pressed closer in his sleep. My chest did that stupid tight thing again.Last night had been a mistake.A fucking incredible mistake.I’d told myself for weeks I wouldn’t cross that line. Sex made things real. Real things could be taken away. But the second I pushed into him and felt how tight and hot and perfect he was, every rule I’d made went out the window. He’d taken me so well, moaning my name like he

Chase’s PovSunday night couldn’t come fast enough.The entire weekend had been a performance — smiling for my father’s colleagues, wearing the navy suit, pretending the golden-boy version of me still existed. By the time he dropped me off in front of the dorm, my skin felt too tight. I had one stop to make before I went upstairs. The adult store on the edge of town was still open. I walked out ten minutes later with a small black bag and a single purpose.Ryan was exactly where I’d told him to be.In my bed. Wearing only my hoodie. Nothing underneath.The second the door locked behind me, I dropped both bags and crossed the room. I didn’t say hello. I grabbed the front of the hoodie, yanked him up, and kissed him like I was trying to crawl inside his mouth. Ryan moaned instantly, hands fisting in my shirt. He tasted like toothpaste and need. My cock was already hard against his stomach.“Missed this mouth,” I muttered, biting his lower lip. “Missed every fucking part of you.”I sho

Hazel’s Pov“What the fuck?!” I screamed, dropping to my knees beside my stepdad. “I didn’t do anything! He’s bleeding out! Victor, call an ambulance right now!”Victor stood there frozen, eyes wide with shock and anger. “I fucking saw you! You were holding the knife!”“Are you blind?!” I shouted, pressing my hands uselessly against the wound as blood kept pouring out. “He stabbed himself! Look at him! He’s coughing blood! Call the fucking ambulance!”My stepdad’s eyes were glassy. He reached out weakly toward me, gurgling, “Save… me…”Tears blurred my vision. I had never seen him look so small and broken. Even with all the hate between us, this was too much.Victor finally moved, but instead of calling for help, he just stared at the scene like he was piecing together a story that wasn’t true.“He’s dead,” Victor said quietly after a moment.“No!” I cried, shaking my stepdad’s shoulder. “Dad! Dad, stay with me! Please!”Victor clapped his hands slowly, three times. “One. Two. Three.”

Hazel's PovI stood up.My legs felt shaky, but I forced myself to move toward the door. I needed air. I needed a second to think. Then the reality of the situation slammed into me all over again.Where exactly was I going to go?Back to the cell? Back to Victor’s accusations and a system that already decided I was guilty because of one drunk text? I had no money for a lawyer. No family who would fight for me. No one waiting outside with bail.I stopped with my hand on the door handle, then slowly turned around.Nolan was still sitting behind the desk, calmly tapping a pen against the wood. He didn’t look surprised that I hadn’t left.“Can I ask you something?” My voice came out quieter than I wanted.“Of course,” he said. “Ask me anything.”I stayed standing. Sitting down again felt like giving in. “What about school? I’m still in college. If I stay with you… what happens to that?”Nolan set the pen down and leaned back in his chair. “If you stay in police custody, you’re not goi

Hazel's PovI stared at him.“Right now?”Nolan’s expression didn’t change. “Yes. Right now.”He stood up from the table in one smooth motion and nodded toward the open living room. My bare feet were silent on the floor as I followed him. The oversized shirt brushed against my thighs with every step. I was hyper-aware of how little I had on underneath. Of how the air felt cooler once we left the kitchen.He walked me to the center of the room, then left me standing there while he crossed to the long dark couch and sat down. He leaned back, legs spread slightly, and just… watched me.The silence stretched.I shifted my weight. “Um. How am I supposed to— there’s no pole. And no music.”A small, humorless breath left me. It was almost a laugh. The kind you make when the situation is so surreal that your brain tries to joke its way out of it.Nolan didn’t smile.He reached to the side table, picked up a slim black remote, and pressed a button.For a second nothing happened. Then I felt a